I found a black jacket this morning. I put it on like i was mourning. Then i learnt that nobody could see me. People just left me be.
I walked through doors feeling free from being stared at. Wherever whenever i ran, walked or sat. They could not even hear me when i called them names. This world is mine, i claimed.
Then i saw a man walking towards me in a rush. He looked so horrible and smelt like trash. He opened his mouth and spoke a language i did not know. But i understood every word he said very slow.
*It is not the jacket. You are invinsible indeed. But it is not the jacket. It is not even a jacket like you think it is. It is a black tuxedo. You are dead now. They are going to bury you. That is why they put it on you. You are dead. Indeed you are.